new |
I dont want to come back down from this cloud. Its too thick down there. The ground looks hard- rugged. Why would I leave this fluffy heaven full of pure white ecstasy, just to come back and be ... Posted by It's Gabe, Stupid. on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 08:23:00 PST |
Parallel Situations |
So exhausted from this pressure. I know Ive lost it though I cant measure how it could have crossed its heart away and hoped to die because Im not exactly what was wanted. I did my best. Its kinda wei... Posted by It's Gabe, Stupid. on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 06:09:00 PST |
Sometimes |
Some times never come. Always tryna catch it will leave you forever running. With lips that beg to speak but keep closed, humming the same old song of those that sung it before you but couldnt ever fi... Posted by It's Gabe, Stupid. on Wed, 12 Apr 2006 09:51:00 PST |
killing her softly |
Dictating the fate of her future, like music vibrating from the insides of a violin as fingers strum along its strings softly and smoothly. Stroke her across her emotions with words that make her rela... Posted by It's Gabe, Stupid. on Wed, 12 Apr 2006 09:36:00 PST |
Her (April 2005) |
A Sequence of Losses:
Her
Half way fed up with living this life thats in limbo, how low can it get? Broken by bad decisions, selfish bimbos, no home and smoking endo. ... Posted by It's Gabe, Stupid. on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 11:01:00 PST |
This is a Strange Day |
This is a strange day
The cool air bites the fringe of my ears and the tip of my nose, as the dry wind that carries it leaves my lips cracked and red; lined with fine cuts waiting to fill with ... Posted by It's Gabe, Stupid. on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 10:56:00 PST |
God Gave Her Empty Scuba Gear |
God Gave Her Empty Scuba Gear
She found herself drowning--drowning--drowning without a cause, like tears in the rain. Like tears in the ra-in.
Baby Girl's one room apartment gets sm... Posted by It's Gabe, Stupid. on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 10:51:00 PST |
i dont know, just thoughts. |
Gotta translate the anger into inspiration. Im sweatin blood underneath my perspiration, praying for the foresight of a wise man to give me the the raw and right skills for decision making. Sick... Posted by It's Gabe, Stupid. on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 12:20:00 PST |